Realizing that your time is limited, and that you aren't too terribly bright, you let your eyes glaze over a bit and draw a deep breath...

"My dad kissed Patrick Stewart!" you blurt, your voice cracking heavily under the stress of your expenditure.

Several moments pass by as the elf stares at you, motionless. Finally he speaks "...And?"

You furrow your brow in frustration. "And you're supposed to be so shocked with that startling revelation that you become complacent and helpful! :0 Get with the program you dippy diptube!"

The elf narrows his eyes and slowly turns his back to you. "I... see..."

Minutes pass by, and you begin to twitch and sweat profusely. "Well?!"

The elf spins on his heels with a wild look in his eye, pointing a stubby finger at your nose. "You DARE mock ME? PICARD'S GHOST, ATTACK WITH ASTRAL STRIKE!"

"Kill the idiot? Make it so!"

From a frightening grey haze, a dark apparition emerges.. it could be none other than the vengeful wandering spirit of Captain Picard :0

"Wait... Patrick Stewart isn't d-AYYEEEEEEE!!!" Your meandrous blubbering is cut short as your soul is shattered and your body crumples into dust. The pitiful ghost of Picard fades silently into the night... mumbling to itself about how goddamn stupid you are for picking the same fucking choice twice in a row...

START OVER, TREKKIE!